Death Protector

Lin Xiaoxi droops her head powerlessly and swallows back the fishy sweetness gushing to her throat. Her whole body strength seems to have been emptied. She allows them to take off the blindfold.

"Inkpool, it's time to brand her."

Lin Xiaoxi tried to open his eyes and saw a square black iron in the ink pool. A pair of shackles were painted in the middle of the black iron, which was burned into a hot color. He went to Lin Xiaoxi and took up Lin Xiaoxi's face with heartache.

"Brook, does it hurt? Can you put up with it? As long as this mark is engraved, they can always exorcise you! "

"Ink pool." Lin Xiaoxi's difficult enunciation, this is the pink lips, at the moment, she was tortured to cyan Purple by electric shock. She raised her eyes and looked into the ink pool eyes, word by word slowly to.

"No, let me, again, hate you!"

"Ink pool! If you hesitate for a second, the evil spirit will invade her body for another second! " The man in Black said slowly behind the ink pool. Seeing the painful appearance of Lin Xiaoxi, the excited light in his eyes became brighter and brighter!

Ink pool clenched teeth, a ruthless, holding the imprint device held in the back of Lin Xiaoxi's left hand, "brook, forgive me." He shook his hands and pressed the hot marker on the left back of Lin Xiaoxi, and cut off all the fetters between him and Lin Xiaoxi!

The piercing pain came again, and Kerin Creek had no strength to scream. She clenched her lips, and a trace of blood oozed out.

"Ink pool, from now on, I will break off all relations with you. If we meet again, we will be strangers."

Lin Xiaoxi's weak but clear voice and words pierced into the heart of the ink pool. His hand shook, and the black iron signer fell to the ground. On the back of his left hand, Lin Xiaoxi was impressed with a mark of shackles!

"Stream, listen to me!" Ink pool chaos, unprecedented panic up, he rushed forward, tightly hugged the body of Lin Xiaoxi, "I just

The roof suddenly collapsed!

Ink pool was surprised and didn't return to his mind. He felt a chilly cold wind coming to his face. His face was like a blow. Ink pool was knocked down on the wall by inexplicable and powerful blows.

All the people in the room are stupid!

The iron chain that tightly bound the limbs of Lin Xiaoxi was completely broken in front of them. The forest brook was floating in the air, like someone was holding in his arms!

"Who!" Ink pool and other people have never seen such a strange scene, the body seems to be imprisoned, the surrounding air is frozen into frost, ink pool feels a very strong pressure, pressing them tightly, unable to resist!

"Evil! The evil in her body is coming out The man in black exclaimed, the ink pool was terrified, and other people were crawling on the ground directly by the pressure!

Lin Xiaoxi reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed at the air, "Lord death, they treat you as the evil in my body, ha ha."

"Shut up!" Yan Mo cold ruthlessly glared at her one eye, tight embrace, blink of an eye, flashed bloodthirsty light in the eyes!

Can not see the death of the ink pool is still calling the name of the Forest Creek, Yan Mo cold looked at him, as if looking at a dead man, "is he hurt you like this?"

His voice was very low and terrible. For the first time, Lin Xiaoxi saw the God of death so angry. She looked at the ink pool and finally shook her head, "forget it, Lord death, let's go..."

Before Lin Xiaoxi's words were finished, the God of death was angry. The sickle of blood swept through the air, and the huge power instantly shattered the whole room!

The crowd flees, ink pool dull by two of his hands to escape from the house, this is not over, these people do not know, they angered the most terrible God of death!

The God of death jumped out of the house with the forest brook. The supernatural organization was built underground. There were many rare high-level instruments and equipment, and there were many personnel in the organization. When they heard the explosion, they all put their heads to look at it. It doesn't matter. Everyone was swept into a huge whirlpool!

The blood sickle, as if entering an uninhabited situation, was wantonly waved under the command of Yan Mo Han. The whole underground organization was thoroughly destroyed, and the ground collapsed, killing many people!

Yan Mo Han leaps out of the ground with the forest stream in his arms. Beigong Hao and Yan Mo Han's God of death stand around, harvesting the souls of the dead.

"Throw all these souls into Purgatory

Beigong Hao and other gods of death all shivered. As expected, no one could be provoked to talk about the eldest woman!

Lin Xiaoxi turns his head from the cold arms of Yanmo. Among the people who survived the ruins, the ink pool is staring at himself. Lin Xiaoxi sighs and buries his head into the mouth of Yanmo cold heart again. He is tired and doesn't want to see ink pool again.

"What about him?" The sickle floats above the ink pool head.

If according to the past words Mo cold temper, ink pool has long been a knife and two paragraphs. But looked at the small thing in the bosom, the language Mo cold still bowed the head to ask her.

"Forget it, Lord death. Let's go." "I don't want to stay at the mouth of the stream

"Good." The words Mo cold strange agreed very simply, let the surrounding a dry death gods once again glared off the eyes.

"No, treatment." Beigong Hao came forward and quickly cured Lin Xiaoxi's wound from electric shock. The mark on his left hand that made Yan Mo Han almost run away was also eliminated by Beigong Hao!"This psychic organization is so weak." Beigong Hao easily put away the power of death, ink pool they can not imagine, so serious electric shock and human technology can hardly remove the brand, but so quickly all were eliminated!

Yan Mo Han turns to leave with Lin Xiaoxi in his arms. Beigong Hao has no choice but to scratch his head, and his men also leave.

No one has noticed a certain place, the man in black stares at the direction of Yan Mo Han's leaving, and the evil spirit raises eyebrows and eyes.

"Interesting, the God of death said Mo cold, and the Forest Creek."

*****

"Lord death, let me down." Yan Mo Han holding the forest stream aimlessly to a suburb, the Forest Creek slightly struggling, Yan Mo Han put her down.

Feeling extremely heavy and miserable, Lin Xiaoxi sat down on the hillside covered with green grass, held his legs, looked up at the stars in the sky, and started to stay silent.

"Cry if you want to."

Lin Xiaoxi raised her eyes. The God of death stood in front of her with arms in her arms. Her dark eyes looked like the brightest two stars in the night sky. Her perfect face was cold cut and turned into gentle lines in the moonlight.

"Lord death..." Lin Xiaoxi's eyes, more and more full of tears, tears continue to roll down, Lin Xiaoxi finally can't help but, pulling Yan Mo Han's chest and clothes to cry.

Why do you have no place to escape in front of the God of death?

In front of the small thing crying so sad, Yan Mo Han really felt the pain of his heart, no longer find an excuse to escape the impulse of the heart, from what time on earth, will care about her so much, afraid that she will be hurt?

"Lord death, I have only you." Sobbing, raised his small face, Lin Xiaoxi's tearful eyes fell deeply into the bottom of his cold heart, "God of death, can you, don't leave me behind?"

For a moment, crackling, fireworks open.

"Well, don't leave you behind." Yan Mo cold brain a blank, from the throat slip out of a few words, looking at the eyes of tears crying flowers Yan, heartbeat raised a stop, ghosts and gods bent down, slowly close to her lips.

"Shut up!" Was said Mo cold one eye stare to go back, his lip glides over her ear, "little thing, after, don't leave me again."

His deep voice was like a magic flute. Lin Xiaoxi raised a shock, and his heart suddenly stopped beating. His lips had already been kissing.

His crimson thin lips covered her cherry red lips, and both of them forgot to breathe for a moment. Lin Xiaoxi held Yanmo's cold Lapel tightly and closed his eyes. He could not help but buckle the back of her head.

A kiss is better than a moment of palpitation.

Half ring, Lin Xiaoxi can't help coughing up, Yan Mo Han also Leng Ran to God, quickly let her go, don't open face, don't twist to, "go back."

"Yes." Lin Xiaoxi blushed gently back to a sentence, was Yanmo cold a hold up, jumped into the air, "death Lord, I can walk by myself!"

Lin Xiaoxi snores, in exchange for a cold stare, nests in his arms. Lin Xiaoxi stares at his chin and feels that something has changed between him and the God of death

*****

in Yan's villa, Lin Xiaoxi stood in front of Yan Mo Han, raised his face and looked at him firmly, "Lord death, can you return the diary to me?"

"No

"Can you tell me how grandma died?"

"No

Lin Xiaoxi ran away, jumped up and yelled at Yan Mo Han, "then you can always tell me why I have powers!"

Yan Mo cold eyebrow a stare, pinched the jaw of the Forest Creek, "to me, you dare to shout?" He raised his finger to the second floor and said, "get up there!"

Lin Xiaoxi shook his hands and went upstairs and smashed the door.

Yan Mo Han is bored to grab disordered hair, slam the door into the bathroom.

On the second floor, Lin Xiaoxi lay down on the bed, lost his temper, rolled the bed in disorder, and finally lay down on his back, tired and panting.

"Lord death is too arrogant, too overbearing and too annoying!"

With a big roar at his throat, Lin Xiaoxi is finally a little comfortable.

And just then

"Oh, Xiaolin brook?"

Out of the window jumped into the Tuo huge figure, is in a daze of Lin Xiaoxi was scared of a scream!

Bang! Downstairs bathroom's speech Mo cold hears the Lin brook's scream, pulls a bath towel to cover a place, quickly rushes up.

Inside the room, a man and a woman were staring at each other.

"Oh! Talk about it "I'm here to say hello to Xiaolin Creek. She really can see us!" she said

"Go away!"

The Lord of death's face has been overcast. Lin Xiaoxi swallows his saliva. The Yellow haired God of death continues to shout, "Xiaolin brook, my name is Fengming, and I'm also a leader of death!"

Whoa! Bang! Some yellow hair was directly thrown out of the window by the God of deathLin Xiaoxi forehead a big drop of sweat, this God of death is responsible for funny?

Yan Mo Han went out to wear a pair of trousers, and came in again, pointing to the inner end of the bed against the wall, the slanting eye forest brook, "go to sleep inside!"

"Ah?" Lin Xiaoxi didn't react to come over, Yan Mo Han directly threw her in the past, and he lay down and sleep outside, with his back to Lin Xiaoxi.

Lin Creek for a long time to respond to come over, staring at the back of the cold, the heart filled with infinite warmth.

The Lord of death is worried about himself. What's the accident?

Grandma, you keep me away from death, but I

Like, like a god of death